Charlie F. Kane

Rookie (14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

The Last Of The Romantics - Poem by Charlie F. Kane

The last of the romantics,
Last of a dying breed.
A rose held in a tight grip-
A present for the thought
Of the one he loves.
The last of the romantics.
A red rose encased in barbed wire.
The last of the romantics,
One among a dying breed.
The last of the romantics-
Proud to be individual,
Hates feeling so alone.
The last of the romantics-
Dancing in the rain.
The last of the romantics-
Kissing under moonlight.
The last of the romantics-
Raging against the light,
Fighting against been torn down.

As long as romance exists there is hope,
And the last of the romantics will remain so.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011


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